Azula easily dodges the snowballs from the aggressive snowman, and she's already responding with two lances of blue flame to pare off its arms.
As such, she's completely caught off guard by the sudden splatter of cold wet slush that smacks her squarely between the shoulderblades. And splatters along her back. And her shoulders. And her neck. In her neck. Down the back of her coat.
To say that she is surprised would be an understatement, as she lets out an ungainly yelp and doubles over, brushing the snow and ice from her back. And for a moment, there's a flush of rage, instinctively preparing to turn on Najaran and exact painful vengeance for the indignity.
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As such, she's completely caught off guard by the sudden splatter of cold wet slush that smacks her squarely between the shoulderblades. And splatters along her back. And her shoulders. And her neck. In her neck. Down the back of her coat.
To say that she is surprised would be an understatement, as she lets out an ungainly yelp and doubles over, brushing the snow and ice from her back. And for a moment, there's a flush of rage, instinctively preparing to turn on Najaran and exact painful vengeance for the indignity.